In the bright moonlight a woman carrying a baby was running in a thick forest because she was hunted by some creatures. Unlucky for her, she lost her balance and fell but fortunately she managed to save the child at the cost of her elbow which got broken. But she got surrounded the creatures and she was so weak that she could not move a step, so she tried her best to lie on the tree behind her while holding her baby close to herself and said.
"Notus why do you seek to kill me and my child"
A hooded figure came out among the creatures looking at her intently. Notus smirked and said "Am doing our bloodline a good deed by killing the thing you tainted it with but you refused to have it killed so you have to die with it"
"That abomination has to die for our race to gain redemption !!"
The ancient oak of Tarus shuddered as Notus, last son of the Storm Titan bloodline, unleashed the Flames of Pytre, a wisp of black flames writhed in his palm. The air screamed as it ignited-not with heat but with absence, as if the flame devoured reality itself. Before him knelt Lysara, her titan heritage evident in the faint golden veins pulsing beneath her skin, though her once mighty stature had been diminished by exile.
How far the mighty fall, the wind whispered through the branches. A daughter of mountain-shatterers brought to her knees.
The infant in her arms-Ganesh, though this name would not be spoken aloud for decades-watched the dancing flames with eyes too knowing for a newborn. His tiny fingers clutched at his mother's robes, where the embroidered sigil of the Titan Highbloods had been hastily torn away.
"Lysara's of the Quakeborn," Notus thundered, his voice shaking the earth. "You who betrayed our kind to lie with mortals, you dare plead for mercy?"
Lysara's broken elbow screamed as she adjusted her grip on the child. She knew these flames. Hadn't she and Notus trained together under the Obsidian Spire, where young titans learned to control their power and abilities? The memory made her laugh, the sand wet with blood.
Notus raised his hand.
" Your corpse will be used to fertilize the root of- "
A light erupted-not from the sky, but from the space between moments. It tore through the darkness like blade, and where it passed, the flames recoiled in fear. From the radiance stepped a figure clad in silver, his presence humming with power, his breastplate inset with a gem that pulsed with the rhythm of a dying star. The titans staggered back, for they new this sigil-the Eclipse Insignia of the Celestial Host.
Aquila had not intended to intervene. His orders where observe the child but when the Flames of Pytre surged toward the infant, his gem of light screamed in a voice older than language. This one, the gem whispered. This one matters. His body moved before his mind could object. He engulfed the woman and baby in his radiance and disappeared into the void.
"Arghh!! crazy celestial how dare you take her away."
"I will surely hunt you and that stupid woman," Notus shouted angrily.
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WEREWOLF TERRITORY
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In Dakita one of the seven kingdoms in the Moonwolf Perfecture.
"Dakita was the fiercest of the Moonwolf clans-a realm where men become beasts under the twin moons, and the scent of blood was law. Here, the child would be safe… for now."
A man appeared by a lake side with a baby in his arms and a woman by him. Aquila studied the woman with detached curiosity. Even dying, her titan blood made the air around her vibrate with potential energy. The child however...…
Alaric reached for the celestial's gem with hands that shimmered oddly in the moonlight- sometimes five fingers, sometimes seven, sometimes even claws.
"His father?" Aquila asked ,though he already suspected.
She smiled. Lysara's smile had too many teeth for a human mouth. "A traveler, A god, A mistake."
He continued "am done with my mission so I shall take my leave."
Suddenly the woman threw herself at his feet saying
"Noble celestial, take my child away and keep him hidden, until he is strong enough to fight for himself. For am dying and cannot accompany him anymore" said the woman sorrowfully.
After a moment of silence Aquila agreed. Seeing that he had agreed, the woman smiled happily. She pressed a necklace into his hands. Turning the to look at the child once more, she talked in a sober tone" Son! always remember that your mother loves you a lot". After speaking, she begun to dissolve into golden motes of light. Strange, thought Aquila as he studied the boy. Children usually wailed when their mothers dissolve into golden motes. This one watched in silence as if memorizing the pattern of her disintegration.
High in the snow-capped pines, the werewolf sentries of the Moonwolf Perfecture caught the scent of celestial magic. Their alpha Thalgor the one eared, tasted the air and growled a warning. The others didn't yet understand why their hackles rose-only that the night now smelled of turned pages in some cosmic ledger.
Aquila touched the necklace the woman pressed into his hands. The obsidian pendant bore markings in the Godscript tongue: Alaric, Who Shall Unmake the Wheel. Aquila took the baby and left.
At the same time...
..... THE AETHERION...
Far above planes and the veil of worlds, reflected in the tear of a dying tortoise-god, seven luminous beings watched the scene unfold.
"The vessel has been delivered," intoned the Sapphire Aspect
The Ruby Aspect laughed-a sound like shattering glaciers. "You assume the child is a clay to be molded. Look closer."
In the reflection, the infant Alaric grasped at Aquila's gem with fingers that for half a heartbeat, became claws of a living shadow.
The Obsdian Aspect exhaled a note that caused three lesser stars supernova. "The Wheel turns. We are all witnesses now.